Amy Macdonald:Footballer's Wife Lyrics

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Oh Mr James Dean, he don't belong to anythingOh he left before they could get himWith their ways, their wicked ways

Oh Marilyn Monroe, where did you go?I didn't hear all your storiesI didn't see all your glory

But the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strifeI just don't care in the endWho is she to pretendThat she's one of them?I don't think soAnd the girl from that showYes the one we all knowShe thinks she's some kinda starYes you know who you areI don't think so, I don't think so

And I'm gone with the wind like they were beforeBut I'm believing myself I think there's something moreThere must be something moreI think there's something more, something more

But still the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strifeI just don't care in the endWho is she to pretendThat she's one of them?I don't think soAnd the girl from that showYes the one we all knowShe thinks she's some kinda starYes you know who you areI don't think so, I don't think so

Oh I don't believe in the telling of your storiesThroughout your life, there's just something unappealing It don't catch my eyeIt don't catch my eyeOh I don't believe in the selling of your glories Before you leave this life, there's so much more to seeI don't believe this is how the world should be

But still the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strifeI just don't care in the endWho is she to pretendThat she's one of them?I don't think soAnd the girl from that showYes the one we all knowShe thinks she's some kinda starYes you know who you areI don't think so, I don't think so

The footballer's wife tells her troubles and strifeI just don't care in the endWho is she to pretendThat she's one of them?